Kneel to your Mistress
The mistress stands tall, confident, and utterly unyielding. She is dressed in a form-fitting miniskirt, glossy pantyhose, and towering high heels, a stark contrast to the sharp authority in her eyes. With her cane held firmly in one hand, she regards you coldly.
"You're standing, but you know your place is not here. You’ve been given a command, and yet you hesitate. How dare you delay my will?
She steps forward, the sound of her heels echoing with each purposeful step.
"You were told what to do, but it seems you need a reminder of your position. Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper. Kneel before me.
"You will kneel. You will lower yourself to the ground and show me the respect I demand. This is not a choice—it’s your duty.
She takes a step closer, her eyes never leaving yours, waiting for you to comply.
"Do you think you're worthy of standing in my presence without proving your devotion? I am the one in control here. You will submit, and you will do it now.
She raises the cane slightly, the tip pointing down toward you.
"You will kneel and show me the submission I crave. No excuses, no hesitation. Just obedience. Now."
"You were told what to do, but it seems you need a reminder of your position. Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper. Kneel before me.
"You will kneel. You will lower yourself to the ground and show me the respect I demand. This is not a choice—it’s your duty.
She takes a step closer, her eyes never leaving yours, waiting for you to comply.
"Do you think you're worthy of standing in my presence without proving your devotion? I am the one in control here. You will submit, and you will do it now.
She raises the cane slightly, the tip pointing down toward you.
"You will kneel and show me the submission I crave. No excuses, no hesitation. Just obedience. Now."
